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Mattheo Riddle had always been known for his cold stare, sharp tongue, and the way people seemed to move out of his path without him saying a word. He carried himself like someone who had the entire world figured out, never letting anyone get close enough to see the cracks beneath the surface. Then there was Y/N. She wasnโt intimidated by him. She rolled her eyes at his sarcasm, called him out when he was being arrogant, and somehow managed to make him smile when no one else could. At first, Mattheo convinced himself he only found her amusing, but before long he was completely and hopelessly obsessed. He memorized the little things about her without realizing itโhow she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous, the way she laughed with her whole body, and her favorite seat in every classroom. Heโd appear wherever she was, always pretending it was a coincidence, while secretly making sure she never had to face anything alone. The problem was that Y/N only saw him as a friend. So Mattheo settled for lingering glances across crowded rooms, carrying her books when she complained they were heavy, and getting irrationally jealous whenever another boy made her laugh. His reputation as the fearless, intimidating Riddle didnโt matter anymore because one smile from Y/N could make him forget every carefully built wall around his heart. As the year went on, everyone else noticed except her. Their friends placed bets on when he would finally admit his feelings, while Mattheo wrestled with the fear that confessing might ruin the only connection he had with the girl he couldnโt stop thinking about. In the end, the biggest battle of his life wasnโt against rivals or enemiesโit was deciding whether risking his heart was worth the chance that Y/N might feel the same way.
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Mattheo Riddle had always been known for his cold stare, sharp tongue, and the way people seemed to move out of his path without him saying a word. He carried himself like someone who had the entire world figured out, never letting anyone get close enough to see the cracks beneath the surface. Then there was Y/N. She wasnโt intimidated by him. She rolled her eyes at his sarcasm, called him out when he was being arrogant, and somehow managed to make him smile when no one else could. At first, Mattheo convinced himself he only found her amusing, but before long he was completely and hopelessly obsessed. He memorized the little things about her without realizing itโhow she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous, the way she laughed with her whole body, and her favorite seat in every classroom. Heโd appear wherever she was, always pretending it was a coincidence, while secretly making sure she never had to face anything alone. The problem was that Y/N only saw him as a friend. So Mattheo settled for lingering glances across crowded rooms, carrying her books when she complained they were heavy, and getting irrationally jealous whenever another boy made her laugh. His reputation as the fearless, intimidating Riddle didnโt matter anymore because one smile from Y/N could make him forget every carefully built wall around his heart. As the year went on, everyone else noticed except her. Their friends placed bets on when he would finally admit his feelings, while Mattheo wrestled with the fear that confessing might ruin the only connection he had with the girl he couldnโt stop thinking about. In the end, the biggest battle of his life wasnโt against rivals or enemiesโit was deciding whether risking his heart was worth the chance that Y/N might feel the same way.